out of the ruins, out from the wreckage

ARGH! Here's a question: Why does Safari bother having an "Undo" feature if it doesn't let you use it when you accidentally paste over with some old copied text when you meant to copy what was in this Blogger box so you don't lose it when you go trolling buggy lyrics sites for a title. HMM?! Hate.

So what was lost was a 9,000 word essay on Saturday's karaoke and the "The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down" and hearing really odd opinions about the Civil War -- that Lauren didn't ask some loser (who later butchered "You're In My Heart") to share -- which do not belong in New York and "It's My Life" in the style of No Doubt (grr) except not (yay!) and how people should really clap super loud when foxy ladies sing "Talk Dirty to Me" and how no one will get in a fight with me, no matter how many times I yell at them for being haters or tell them that they are on the wrong side of the Mason/Dixon line and PS the night they drove old Dixie down was the greatest night of my life that I never even lived! And you know I am loud.

I did not sing "We Don't Need Another Hero," which makes perfect sense because I cannot, should not ever sing into a microphone ever, except that I had downed a few by then and so I totally would have done it (due to Christine's amazing powers of persuasion), if not for the general hating. This is why I recommend karaoke in Minneapolis, where everyone is really into it. We call it enthusiasm, people. Catch the fever. It's really sexy, and you know I never use that word ever.